Thank You God for Still Having Mercy On Me

by Mary | Jun 10, 2025 | Others, Testimonies

Thank You God for Still Having Mercy On Me

I was a murderer, liar, worshipped graven images, adulterer, basically everything on the 10 commandments, I broke every moral law, sinful, heathen, hateful, jealous, consulted mediums, witchcraft, divinity, tarot cards, horoscopes: 3 husbands. 1 death 2 divorces, 4 children. 3 abortions.

Basically I did it all wrong in the sight of the Lord and I repented after reading the Bible finally at age 35. Learned about Satan: and now I try and live upright to the best of my ability and can resist the devil and his schemes.

Prior to my repentance which was a yearlong process, I had a devastating loss and public humiliation. and something that was a miracle or supernatural thing that happened. It involved a dream and a vision. I believe in Christ and his Father the one who created the universe and everything in it.

Thank you Father God for still having mercy on me even though I deserve to die and go to hell. Thanks for saving me (my soul) and also thanks for taking me out of situations which I should’ve died (1 story out of many, I was at a festival, just arriving but only had 30 min till closing.

All of a sudden got sick out of nowhere and had to leave. As I was leaving, police were driving in and I found out there was a mass shooter. I have few other stories that I won’t get into but thank God for protecting me) Thank you for my new partner which I will probably never have relations because he’s obese and unable and I believe God granted him to me and he is a just God in his judgments.

My life is peaceful and my children have never been happier and I’ve never been loved like this before in my life. I now worship God day and night in my temple(my mind) and give thanks and pray and try to be like Jesus, kindness, forgiveness, do Charity.

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